Today I was at the hallowed Kingdom of Women; the salon. How women talk in their strange but complicated language. I had to get my dreadlocks done in readiness for my birthday party in just 40 days. Also, the world cup is about to start and I will be broke by then( Less work more football, get it?)
This is where I saw Sylvia, and she's the one whom I spent the whole rainy afternoon with.
A thing for Sylvia
We spent the whole afternoon talking about anything under the rainy clouds in Kericho. From the current devolution conference to the alleged expose where a Deputy Governor was caught chewing someone's wife. Sylvia even showed me the clip and as they say the rest is history.
"Anto, uko serious na ile story?"
"Dead serious."
Here's the catch. My best friend Tom has a thing for Sylvia. Don't ask me about Sheila because I don't know nothing about their affair. Tom has a big problem when it comes to women; he is a shy guy. There I was playing the advocate for my best friend.
What will happen?
"Si mkuje na yeye tuone hio story.""Sawa, next month ntakam naye." I bade her goodbye but not after she gave me her number.
Even as I follow the debate on our whatsapp group about whether Liverpool will crush Roma or not, I am cursing why I never declared my interest first before Tom. So according to the bro-code, I am supposed to stand down her and if possible, play the devil's advocate. But if he fails then..
Let's see what will happen.
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